[Training] I hit you like b a n g

Something that was supposed to be a grin but that looked far more like an animal flashing its teeth crossed Peter's face as he saw the first blade strike Edrei, drawing blood. The success was short lived through, she was close now, within arms reach and lunging towards him. Peter stepped back, his feet moving to take him around her again and then.... Then... It wasn't Edrei at all anymore. Not entirely. A face from his past, from his nightmares, from the scars that covered his body floated over hers like a death mask, gloating and ruined and dead, he was dead, why wasn't he dead? In less than a breath the expression on his face had shifted from determination to terror, and then the whispering started. Disembodied voices, taunting, pleading, blaming. Peter stumbled, breaking the spell his own mind had put under him and replacing it with a blank disassociation. There was one thought on his mind right now. Survival. There was another knife in his hand, and a shattering sound as the bottle at his hip exploded outward, the water within flowing to wrap around his other hand. He lunged at the other Launceleyn like a man possessed, his movements sloppy but fast, unrelenting, and his eyes locked not on his cousin, but on the illusory mask over her. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.